Coffee breaks

He's the meaning of goodness at sixteen and the Almost-morning coffee breaks on no sleep. He's the Three a.m phone calls clogging up the phone bill but he's also Been one hundred percent silent lately. He winds through my mind like Wind winds through trees and leaves nothing but a Flutter of branches and a Trill of birds and nothingness in its wake. Heart attacks and Secret notes and "I'm sorry"s pasted all over my Diary and point of my Rolling out of bed in the morning after a long night of dying of a broken lonely heart and living life like it's actually worth something. He's the reason my thought has shut off like a Power line stabbed by lightning down for miles on a lonely roadside and the reason my heart's been jumping Like a child runs in circles for no other reason than to make herself fall down. Simple words and little smiles and I'm burning up here but I'm still drowning and the land of Tears I'm barely floating is Better than being nowhere at all and Hurting is better than being constantly numb to pain.

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